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blue clouded sky over green hills

There is something about taking a walk in open space under a blue sky. It makes me feel grounded and long to soar. It makes me treasure solitude, and inspires me to write and connect.

It’s what sleeping used to be – a time of rest and dreams. Now sleep is broken and dreams cause me to wake with a start. When walking, I daydream and configure the world the way I want to be and to have been. I close my eyes and feel light as air. I open my eyes and the bucolic scene envelops me.

It’s not athletics or fitness goals that conjoin sneakers to pavement. Neither pedometers nor ankle weights are worn. The farm animals grazing in the shade and eyeing me curiously remind me that life doesn’t have to be that complicated. Movement, space and quiet beauty are the ultimate reward.

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